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Fuck what your father says | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, high school au! Word count: 5751 (it seemed a lot smaller when i wrote it lol) Genre: fluff Author: maari Warnings: mentions of Jeno getting into a fight with bullies, overprotective parents, language just two or three words. Note: I needed an excuse to write based on the song what you father says by the vamps and there it is. Request: hiii, can i request a jeno fic where reader has overprotective parents and studies in an all girl school + a younger sister who also studies in the same school while jeno studies in the neighbouring all boy school? then like the plotline is upto you heheh thank you so much i really love your work!!

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534 notas - publicadas em 19 de maio de 2022

Next to you | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, best friends to lovers!au Word count:3976 Genre:fluff Warning:Jeno being jealous, dreamies teasing him a lot, mentions of jeno ripping his shirt in the dream show. Author:Maari Note:Ok so I got stuck with this one and I don’t know why but it’s way cliche than I expected lol based on the song next to you by jordin sparks. Request:I wanted to ask if you could do something that includes Jeno being jealous...I don't know something like jealous bestfriend Jeno being super jealous because a dream member (or nct in general) is being too touchy or too close to you...him being "possesive"... Idk other details I left to your fabulous imagination. ⪢ NCT Masterlist

Y/N tried to contain her huge smile as she talked to Mark and Renjun about how Jeno had practically demanded them to stay in the room they were going to use to rehearse to wait for her.

He and Jaemin had lost in rock, paper and scissors and would pay for the food, they had gone to the restaurant closest to the building to buy it before Y/N even arrived, they had run into each other on the way so she still hadn't seen the best friend.

The sweaty palms and heart beating faster along with the butterflies in her stomach were normal, or so she thought. It had been a long time since she'd seen him in person, Jeno's busy schedule and the fact that she worked 8 hours a day had left no small space for them to meet even on weekends.

They talked every day to try to make up for what they missed on each other’s day but video calls and messages weren't enough. She missed watching Jeno play games on his computer when she was off duty, or when he came to visit her at home and played with her dog.

It made sense for the body to react that way, didn't it?

Of course, every minute she didn't take her eyes off the door, hoping he'd walk through it soon and finally be able to hold her tight like he always did after a long day. It was Friday, all she needed was a bear hug from him.

She had liked to hear that Mark had noticed that Jeno was looking forward to seeing her too, since the guy hadn't stopped texting her since she got off work.

But she felt her heart beat faster as the door opened and more voices echoed through the room as the rest of the group returned. Chenle and Haechan talking louder than usual and poor Jisung covering his ears while Jaemin and Jeno brought the bags.

She smiled kindly at them and when her eyes hovered over Jeno, saw his eyes practically disappear as he smiled in the way that made him extremely cute and that she had missed so much, he opened his arms to hug her and when he was close, Jaemin ran ahead and took Jeno's place.

Y/N laughed at the sight of Jaemin running and the way Jeno glared at him, but Jaemin wasn't the least bit worried about that as he hugged her tight.

"We're doing it on purpose." Jaemin spoke quietly to her and soon after walked away, being replaced by Haechan.

"We love to piss him off." spoke in the same tone as Jaemin and she laughed.

“Then you don't know why you get beaten, right?” she replied and when Haechan walked away, he winked.

When she went to hug Chenle, she saw Jeno putting a hand on his waist with a pout and waited, tapping his foot on the floor as if he were a child, his patience seemed to run out when Jisung's turn came.

“Alright, that's enough!” He spoke after going to the two of them and pulling the younger one away from Y/N's embrace. "It's my turn."

"But I didn’t-"

“Go away!" Jeno pushed Jisung away with forced calm and the boy left, confused. "Hey."

"Hey." Y/N laughed, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe the scene she'd seen.

Jeno approached and hugged her tightly, she reciprocated and closed her eyes for a few seconds for the sensation to properly welcome her. "You should go easy on them."

“I missed you more than all of them put together.” he complained and she smiled widely.

It was mutual.

Now, hugging him and feeling his body heat up close, she realized how much missed him on her most tiring days. It was as if Jeno was her private battery, he carried all her energy even with a single hug, he dissipated any bad feelings.

They moved away but Jeno didn't separate his body from hers, he kept his arm around her shoulders making her hug him around the waist as they approached the boys.

"Okay, let's go over it two more times and then we eat." Mark spoke and the boys nodded.

They had been practicing since early but she knew how perfectionists they were, they wouldn't stop training until they were sure they had reached the level they expected, even if it lasted all night.

And Y/N would wait, she was more than happy to be there, spending time with them made her happy.

Y/N walked away, heading towards the couch and the guys started to take their positions.

"Let’s go." Haechan spoke excitedly and in one quick movement took off the shirt he was wearing, leaving his chest exposed.

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Jealous Hands | Mark

Mark x Reader Word count:1966 Genre: fluff, smut. Author: maari Warnings: Mark being jealous, mentions of fingering, Mark and reader doing things in front of someone (that’s the plot). Minors do not interact, please. This is a +18 story Note: OIIII I can't believe I actually dreamed about this what are you doing to me Mark. I tried to make it a little gentle because I'm testing the waters, that’s my first attempt at writing smut so please be nice to me. Summary: Mark can't control his hands when he's jealous.

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To the stars | Jeno

Captain!Jeno x Reader, university au!, fwb au!

Word count:7114 Genre: Smut, fluff Warning: Mentions of alchool, body shots, fingering, hair pulling and sex, language. Minors do not interact please, this is a +18 story!!! You have been warned and the media you consume is your responsibility. Author: Maari Note: You guys asked and I did it, a longer imagine. My first real smut I actually can’t believe i wrote this lol I can't control the anxiety of posting so sorry if there are any mistakes. Request: can i request for fratboy/popular jeno, and yn who know of eo cuz of mutual friends but nvr rly talked but then they fuck at a party after doing body shots or smt and then become fwb -- something like this related to like parties

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Dirty Love | Jeno

Captain Jeno x Reader, university!au Word count: 6106 Genre: smut, kinda crack, fluff if you squeeze it. Warning: Mentions of hickeys and explicit sex, oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering, reader likes spicy things and slept with Sungchan, second hand embarrassment. MINORS DON’T INTERACT this is a +18 story! Author: Maari Note: Inspired by the lyrics of dirty love by cher lloyd. I thought it would be a good idea to combine these two requests and I must say I don't know what is happening to me when I write smut lol Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut

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rustys-lodge · 3 years

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Summary : Your father, Dean winchester, finds out you hurt yourself.

Warnings : Selfharm. Please don’t read this if it might hurt you.

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You've been sitting at in the library table for the past 4 hours. Dean had asked for a favor to which you couldn't say no. The man got you out of so much trouble that when he asked you to thoroughly go through 5 boxes of very old archives, you felt too obligated to say no.

But your mind was forcebly starting to drifted away. It felt like you were out of energy and out of concentration.

You dialed one of the only two repeating number on your phone. No wonder you were feeling like you had no life.

" hey Deaaaaan" you sang the hunter's name in an overly enthusiastic tone.

"What " he only groaned, knowing that a demand was coming his way.

"Can you get me a coffee on your way here ? "

Dean stood silent. He hated those "Douchebag coffee shops", as he called them, as much as you loved them. People there either freaked him out, or made him horny.

"Oh, come on, duude." You didn't need to be present to know that he just threw him arm up. "You know how much i hate -douchebag coffee shops.

You both said in sync.

"DEan, come oooon... and my eyes are killing me"

The man sighed, groaning a "I'm not Dean, i'm dad." Before hanging up; Meaning he was going to bring you your coffee.

You lowered your gaze to your arm as your lie reminded you of it. Your eyes weren't the ones killing you.

The monster that possesed you last night wasn't something you werent very used to. You bit your lower arm. Hard. Various times. You bit yourself so hard it bled. But that didn't stop you. You kept biting and jerking your body as if someone else was hurting you, leaving you with one too many oval shaped fresh bruises and red trails of teeth surrounding them. -explains why you couldn't sleep last night.

Now that you thought about it, you sort of regretted doing it. You always regret it but weirdly, you were proud of yourself, of how hard you were on y-

"COFFEE"

You jumped out of your seat as the bunker door was closed.

"Wha.."

You looked up, ready to hide your arm behind your back but the look on your father’s face indicated that it was too late.

Fuck..How could he even see from that far away ?

" What is that "

You awkwardly stood there as your dad marched your way. You were kind of frozen in the spot. You really didn't know what to say, you hadn't planned a lie yet. No one was supposed to see it this soon.

Dean set the cup on the table and grabbed your arm, raising it up to examine it.

"What. is that,Y/n ?" He asked again, a hint of anger in his voice, now.

"I...um...i g..i had."

You stumbled over random words.

"Did someone bite you ? When did this happen, why didn't i know ? that looks fresh, Y/n wh..."

Dean's voice drowned into silence. All you could do was look into his eyes. He looked worried. He looked like he was ready to fight whoever hurt his little baby. But you did that. It was you.

"Uh.." words wouldn't come out of your mouth. Stupid.. you cursed yourself. Just say it ! Yes !

"Yeah"

"Yeah what ? How could someone bite you this hard, y/n ? Did you get into a fight last night ?"

Oh my god ! Dad, i answered so you'd stop . Stop.

"No, i... i didnt...it wasn't really a fight-i-i" You stuttered before pulling your arm away. " it's notthing big, dad, don't worry, Cas will heal it for me " you pulled down the sleeve. "Thanks for the coffee." You said and as you were turning around, Dean took hold of your shoulder, pulling you back to face him.

"Hey ! You're not going anywhere, Y/N. Why didn't you tell me that you got into a fight ? Does Sam know ?" Dean decided that letting go wasn't part of his plans today. He followed your eyes as the latters traveled around the large room aimlessly.

"Wai-.." Your dad whispered to himself when the realization hit him. "You..." He violently cupped your face and forced your eyes to meet his, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth.

You were fucked.

"You did it to yourself." He exhaled in the lowest tone as shock and anger flooded his face. His eyebrows were drawn closer to each other and his nose was craked up in anger

Your heart ached at the fact that you caused that. You really couldn't bare watch him hate you more so you leaned backwards, forcing your face out of his hands. but that only led him to tighten his grip.

"Look at me." Dean commanded, placing his free hand on the back of your head to guide you closer. "You did, didnt you ?"

You were relieved when the tears clouded your vision, blurring his face.

"You...you did. I can't believe it ! You..." Dean's voice rose, which confused you.

"Why are you getting angry at me right now, Dean ?" You managed to yell before bursting into sobs.

"Why ? Because i just found out that the one person i trust the most, my daughter, doesn't trust me enough to tell me things." He yelled back. And you just snorted.

"What is there to say, huh? It's fucking horrible, what is there to say, how would i tell you that i spent the whole night fucking biting my arm like an animal ? how do you say that to people ?"

"First of all, i'm not people. And second." He let go of you. " you could start with "im suffering"

You backed away, defensively crossing your arms over your chest.

"well, you drink yourself to sleep every night, how's that any different from this ?"

"How can you even ask me that ? It’s different because i’m the parent. I'm your dad! "

You stood there quietly, unsure of what to say next or how to defend yourself. What even was there to defend ? You hurt the man who matters the most to you.

"I really thought we trusted each other." He turned around and walked away. "And i better not find anything like that on you again, Y/n. I better not."

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Helloo peeps. I'm sort of back ?? Tell me what yall think about this one and if you think it needs a suuper fluffy part two. xo ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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soldrawss · 3 years

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Sol i need headcanons for the brothers, please im begging you

BRUH I GOT YOU

I’m currently working on some little fics for them BUT I CAN GIVE YOU SOME DETAILS BECAUSE I’M DYING TO SHARE

(Warning, gets a little dark towards the middle, but overall fine. Sorry for the long read. I went for a DEEP dive on the Age Gap Au)

Ace was put into foster care 4 hours after his birth. His father died before he was born and his mother died during childbirth. Ace had nothing to his name but physical traits of the dead (Like his father's sharp eyes and his mother’s freckles) He grew up with a need to prove himself and to gain something that truly belonged to him all on his own.

Sabo was placed in foster care when he was 5 because of an altercation with his abusive and possesive parents, involving him having broken ribs and running away.

Ace and Sabo met in a halfway home for troubled youths when they were 6. (They both had issues with authority and past placements in foster homes, so they quickly bonded over that, and decided to stick together ever since)

Their bond was so strong that ‘honorary’ brothers didn’t really fit them. They were brothers. And they stuck together and stood up for one another like it was them against the world (which sometimes it was)

They would often run away from the halfway home they were at, trying to earn a living on their own on the streets, and often commit petty thefts in order to survive.

These little runaway trips wouldn’t last long though, because they were always caught by Officer Garp, a police officer that happened to have a knack for catching little runaways.

However tough Garp acted though, he had an incredibly big soft spot for these two little brats that were only trying to make their lives better. These two kids, barely 8 years old, who had so much hatred for the world because of adults in their lives that failed them. Adults that hurt them, giving them scars and bruises on their hearts just as easily as the scars and bruises on the little frames.

After a particular runaway incident, Ace breaks down and confesses about all the horrible placements he and Sabo had been in before. How social services always judge Ace’s sharp eyes and label in a problem child, how Sabo’s quick wit always get him in trouble with the adults, how they both have scars and bruises from past foster homes they were placed in, and that's why Ace and Sabo runaway. They’re tired of getting placed in bad homes. They’re tired of having adults try to separate them. Ace is all Sabo has and vice versa because that's the only person in the whole world who they trust to not hurt them. And Garp thinks that’s the last fucking straw.

Garp, much to Ace and Sabo’s but nobody else’s surprise, adopts both the boys, and takes them into his own home. Because dammit, if they’re just gonna runaway, they might as well stay with someone who will at least love them enough to always look for them and bring them back to a good home when they do.

And it’s weird at first, because Garp is the rough and loud and nosey officer that used to grab them by the scruffs of their shirts and drag them back to that awful halfway home kicking and screaming. But then it gets better. Because he still yells at them, but it’s with a tempered and fiercely protective love it when he does. He still grabs them, but it’s just to pull them into a rough bear hug that they fervently pretend they don’t like. And every dinner is spent with tears of laughter in their eyes and cheeks warm with delight at the stories he tells them. (They call him old man with affection and he’s their father figure even though they treat him like their grandpa.)

Sabo joins his school’s baseball team! Which is so freaking cool! He’s a really strong batter, can weild a bat like it’s an extension of his own arm, and Ace and Garp are always the loudest cheers on the bleachers every home run hit Sabo makes.

Garp makes Ace take up boxing, because the kid’s got a lot of pent-up rage and aggression, and he figures it’s a good constructive sort of therapy for the rowdy brat.

The two still get up to mischief every now and again, though. Nothing illegal, but Garp is still having to wrangle up his two little idiots before they do something stupid. (They get into a lot of fights with local gangs because they have smart mouths and are still a little reckless)

Garp has a biological son that Ace and Sabo never met due to Garp’s and Dragon’s strained relationship. Garp had always bad-mouthed him whenever his son was brought up, but it was always with words that had no heat behind them, and Sabo and Ace could tell there was a sadness behind his eyes whenever he looked at the picture of his son in his wallet.

The boys were 10 when they got the news of Dragon’s death a week after it happened. Garp had gotten the phone call when he and the boys were watching some late-night trash tv on the weekend, and he had all but strangled the phone in a grip that turned his knuckles white. He didn’t say what had killed his son, (he never did), but he had told the boys he needed to take care of something, told them to pack up some of their things, dropped them off at his friend Newgate’s house, and got the quickest flight out that night.

He came back 3 days later, and when he did, he had a tiny little baby with him.

Ace and Sabo were no strangers to babies. There was always some snot-nosed kid that would get dropped off at the halfway home (and then adopted that week, because everybody loved babies), and they were pretty sure this baby wasn’t gonna be any different. Because babies were loud and gross and never stopped crying, and Ace and Sabo were prepared for the absolute worse.

But then they stood over the baby’s crib to get a good look at him, and the baby looked back.

And smiled the biggest and happiest smile Ace and Sabo had ever seen.

And Garp had said “His name is Luffy,” and Ace and Sabo had been hooked around his little finger ever since.

Luffy was barely 6 months old, and was a bundle of chubby cheeks and contagious giggles. With big brown chocolate colored eyes that melted all the sharp corners and edges of Ace’s and Sabo’s hearts.

Because Sabo and Ace were the same age, and neither one of them felt like the older or younger brother. They were equals in every way. But it was different with Luffy. Because Luffy was tiny, and soft and could barely wrap all 5 of his little fingers around one of theirs, and it hit Sabo and Ace like a bullet train because oh.

Oh this is what it was like to be an older brother. This was what it was like to have a little brother. And Sabo and Ace have always looked out for each other, of course. But Luffy was something they had to protect fully and with their entire being. His smile, his laughter, his heart. All of it. Sabo and Ace knew all the horrible things in the world, knew all the hatred and fear and heartbreak the world could throw at you and it was like a silent promise to each other they never verbalized, that Luffy should and would never have to go through the things they went through. He would never feel unloved. He would never feel unwanted. He would never feel like he had to prove his worth or reason for existing. (He was worth more than any price anyone could give anyway)

Sabo and Ace stopped getting into trouble. They got good grades, excelled in their respective clubs, and didn’t give Garp any reason to chase them down in his old cop car and bring them home. (They were always at home anyway, giving Luffy piggyback rides and teaching him how to ride a bike and do one-handed handstands and cartwheels, and basking in the warmth that was Luffy’s endless love) And they lived in peace like that for 5 years.

Then the fire happened.

Garp was a good police officer and an even better Deputy Chief, and for almost 40 years, he served on the Foosha County Police Department. He had put away a lot of bad guys and saved a lot of people in the process and was an honored and highly respected man. However, this also made him a big target and earned him quite a few enemies. He was 3 weeks away from retirement and spending most of those weeks staying at home, playing with Luffy, and ingnoring the last of his paperwork left on his office desk.

When the fire broke out, Ace and Sabo had just turned the corner from the bus stop on their way home from school. They had seen the smoke, but didn’t know where it was coming from till they saw the towering blaze of fire that used to be their 2 story home and the group of neighbors surrounding the outside.

They managed to push their way to the front, hands shaking and eyes wide and absolutely breathless, because that was their house! That was their house that was one fire and where was gramps?! Where was Luffy?!

The only thing Ace heard Sabo whisper among the roar of the fire and the loud murmur of people around them was “Do you hear that? That... crying?” Before Sabo surged forward.

Ace didn’t have time to reach out and stop him, and by the time he could, Sabo had already disappeared into the open front door, which was covered in flames. He had screamed out, tried to race in and follow his brother into the flames, but the neighbors around him were quicker than he was and pulled him back.

Edward Newgate, one of their neighbors and close personal friend of Garp’s was in the crowd, and he was holding Ace to his chest with an arm like an iron bar, as he was on the phone with the local fire department. (Newgate was also the Foosha County fire chief, and was shouting at his lieutenants to “get your asses out here now!’) But Ace didn’t hear a word he was saying. All he could do was struggle to get out of the older man’s grip, reach out for his brother and best friend, and scream his lungs out.

What felt like hours went by, and Ace felt like his heart was shattering into a million piece, the glass shards falling around him, as he sobbed into Newgate's chest, thinking he had lost everything. His home. His family. His only purpose and reason for living.

And then some of the neighbors were shouting again, only this time in surprised alarm and Ace looked up with hazy eyes blurred by tears, to see something was coming out of the front door.

And it could only be Sabo. Ace knew it was him before he could even register it, and bolted out of Newgate's grips that had slacked at the surprise and towards his brother.

Ace met Sabo only a few feet from the door, Sabo collapsing into his arms, and Ace had to pull him the extra few feet away because the flames were still too much to bear even at that distance.

And Sabo’s skin was hot and red and covered in smoke and ash alike. There was a giant welting red burn against the side of Sabo’s face that looked like it would leave a scar forever, but Ace was having a hard time focusing on it because he was too bust focusing on the bundle of blankets that Sabo was desperately trying to push into Ace’s arms.

And Ace was already crying before, but he began crying even harder when he removed the fold of blankets to reveal a muffled Luffy, covered in ash but unharmed, crying his eyes out.

Sabo had a coughing fit that rocked his whole body, and burns that looked like they'd hurt forever, but he was smiling when Ace broke into a sob, clutching both Sabo and Luffy into his chest.

The firefighters and paramedics came a few minutes later, and they had to physically pull Sabo and Luffy from Ace’s arms to check and treat them. Luffy only ended up with a few mild burns and cuts on his arms and legs and some burning of his throat from inhaling so much smoke, but Sabo had to be taken to the hospital immediately for his burns, especially for the one on his face. Ace pleaded to let them all ride in the same ambulence on the way to the hosipital, and held on to Sabo’s shirt sleeve with a grip that would take the end of the world and then some for him to let go.

Sabo had to get some surgery and treatment to save his left eye, but he was all in all ok, and Ace and Luffy were allowed to visit his hospital room for as long as they needed.

When Ace finally confronted Sabo on why he had ran into the house in the first place, it was on the first night of their hospital stay. Sabo had a giant white gauze wrapping half of his head, and he looked at Ace with tired blue eyes that looked a little fuzy, still a little drugged from all the medication he was on to ease the pain.

And Ace felt bad about it, he really did, because Sabo didn’t derserve to be grilled on the matter. Not after he had sacrificed himself and saved Luffy. Their little brother. Their little brother who they wouldn’t even have anymore if it weren’t for Sabo.

But Ace had to know. He was so mad and heartbroken and scared out of his mind when Sabo had rushed in without word or warning. Because they had lost Garp. They had almost lost Luffy. And Ace could have almost lost Sabo too.

But Luffy was tucked underneath Sabo’s arm on the hospital bed, and Sabo just smiled at Ace with a patience that only Ace and Luffy could pull out of him, and patted the other side for Ace to join them. Ace climbed onto the bed beside him, and even with the two 15-year-olds and one little 5 year old, the bed didn’t feel too small at all.

Sabo explained that he could hear crying from the door and he just moved. Knowing it was Luffy before his mind could really think about the implications behind that. He confessed how the flames hurt at first. Hurt so bad, and it was so hot, and everything, from the floor to the ceiling, was on fire and he could barely see anything through the smoke. But he could hear Luffy’s little rough and horse scream, coming from one of the back rooms that used to be Garp's office, and suddenly all Sabo could afford to think about was Luffy’s crying.

Sabo would tell a watered-down version of this story to the cops in the morning, because they were Garp's friend and companions, and they only really needed the broad details for their report anyway.

He’ll tell a heroic version of this story, lacking any horrific graphics, to an older Luffy whenever the eternally curious kid wonders and asks about it.

But he only ever told the whole story right then on that night, one arm tight around his baby brother in a toothed and protective love, while the other one gripped his best friend's hands with shaking and bandaged fingers hard enough to leave bruising.

Garp was long dead when Sabo found him. The smell of his skin burning off is something that will haunt Sabo for the rest of his life. (Sometimes certain smells will set him off. Uncooked bacon is not allowed in the house anymore after one traumatic morning when Luffy is six. Campfires are viewed and enjoyed from a distance.)

He was lying on his stomach, clutching something to his chest. Sabo knew it was Luffy by the cries, bundled up in a few quilts and one of this office rugs, and Sabo knew he had to get them out of there before the smoke killed them off like it had a personal agenda against them.

The heat was unbearable, Sabo had confessed, but it was nothing compared to having to drag Luffy from underneath Garp’s grip. The old man was built like a brick house, sure, but even in death, his grip on Luffy, protecting Luffy, like he was daring the world to take anything away from him, was steadfast and almost unbbreakable.

It was the hardest thing Sabo had ever had to make himself do.

He didn’t look at Garp’s face. His body was burned black and bloody and raw, and Sabo couldn’t live with himself if his memory of Garp’s face was replaced by anything other than with the one of his scruffy beard and the shit-eating grin that he always wore.

When he pulled Luffy out, he didn’t look back, and raced out of the house as fast as he could. Something along the way fell and smacked him in the face, knocking him down at one point, but Sabo couldn’t pay it much mind. He got back up, and continued towards the door. He could barely see, barely breathe, with all the smoke and the ash, and the pain from the fire was almost numbing against his skin, but he didn’t stop.

All he could think about was Luffy, still struggling and crying against the blankets wrapped tightly around him. Next thing he knew, he was outside, and looking up at Ace’s snot-covered face.

Ace had never seen Sabo cry for the almost 10 years he knew him. He didn’t cry when he was 7, and the Anderson family had called him a freak and had sent him back after a failed foster home placement. He didn’t cry when he was 9, and broke his arm falling out of the tree in their backyard that Garp had told him not to climb, so of course he had to climb it. And he didn’t even cry earlier that day, at 15, when he was off medication and feeling the full extent of his painful burns.

So when tears started pooling out of Sabo’s pale blue eyes, falling down his cheeks and staining the cotton white blanket he was under as he told his story, Ace pretended not to notice, wrapped an arm around Sabo’s shoulders, and held him like it was the only lifeline in the world.

Garp’s funeral was held the following week. Closed casket. All the police departments in the county, and even some outside of it, showed up to give him a full send-off. Ace cried for both Sabo and himself. Sabo spoke a few words for the both of them. And Luffy stood between them, holding both their hands. They explained the night before that gramps was gone, but they don’t think the notion of death really got through to Luffy. He was crying, but only because Ace was crying, and when he asked ‘can gramps come out of the box to give me a hug before he goes away?’ everyone has to clench their teeth and hold their breaths to stop their hearts from breaking. Sabo kneeled down to wrap Luffy in a tight hug. Ace covered his face with his arm and cried harder

(They never bother asking Luffy about how the fire started, or what happened that day. Luffy doesn’t remember, and they don’t push it further. The truth isn’t as important as Luffy’s mentality is, but Garp’s old squad promises that they won’t rest until they get to the bottom of it. And as much as Ace and Sabo want justice and revenge, they have Luffy to think about, so they leave it up to the police)

Sabo and Ace are almost 16, and they suddenly have no parental figure, no home, no anything, and suddenly they’re faced with the horrible notion that even more can be taken from them when a blast from their past threatens to take Luffy away from them too.

They’re no stranger to the foster care system, so when social services show up at the motel they were renting with Garp’s savings, they feel their hearts drop to their stomach for fear of the very real possibility that Luffy will be placed in immediate foster care, and possibly, so would they.

Ace and Sabo jump into action then, because no way, no fucking way, were they gonna lose Luffy. They had lost everything else. They almost did lose Luffy. They weren’t gonna risk that chance again.

Ace was only a few weeks older than Sabo. Sabo hadn’t paused a second to jump into the fire, risking life and limb, to protect what little they had. It was Ace’s turn to be the heroic older brother. And on the day he turned 16, Ace petitioned legal guardianship and parental rights for Sabo and Luffy.

And it was hard, because of course the courts felt sorry for him, the grandson of one of the best police chiefs in the county’s history, begging the courts to let him keep what little family he had left together. The courts wanted to give it to him, wanted to help him. But Luffy was a child. And Ace and Sabo were practically still kids themselves. Asking kids to raise themselves was something no one should ask them to do.

But Ace and Sabo fought for it. Ace was 16, and Sabo would be 16 soon enough. They could get GED’s, no problem. They’d get jobs, get a little apartment near Luffy’s school, attend any parenting and child service meeting required of them. They’d buy all the necessities over again and they’d love Luffy where no other foster family could even compare. They’d do everything, everything and anything, to keep Luffy. To let them stay together.

With a couple of vouchers from Garp’s old police squad, including one from an overly enthusiastic Edward Newgate and one from the boy’s homeroom teacher, Makino, the courts ruled in Ace’s and Sabo’s favor, and Luffy was officially theirs until they proved that Luffy was better off somewhere else.

Ace and Sabo were never gonna let that happen.

They got a little 2 bedroom apartment a couple blocks from Luffy’s elementary. They quit school, and worked extra hard to earn their GED’s within the following months. (With the help of their old teachers and a few of their overly enthusiastic neighbors)

Ace got a job at the local fire department, as a rookie in training under Newgate.

Sabo got a job at the local news station, writing reports on top of his interning duties.

Ace eventually got a motorcycle that same year, which scared Sabo half to death and delighted Luffy to no end. It was cheaper than a car, and easier to travel to and from work on, and no matter how hard Sabo tried, he couldn’t come up with a valid reason why Ace shouldn’t use it to their advantage. So Sabo made Ace promise to always wear a helmet when riding it, and that Luffy wasn’t allowed to ride it until he was much older. (Which Luffy pouted about to no end)

And it’s hard at times, both of them working overtime just to make enough to support themselves and keep them afloat, but it’s good, and it’s theirs.

Luffy makes a friend on his first day of first grade named Zoro Roronoa, another kid that lives just across the street from them, and when Ace and Sabo know they’re gonna be late in getting home, Luffy goes over there and hangs out until they can pick him up (Which is totally fine with Zoro’s father Koushirou, a kendo teacher and single father of 6-year-old Zoro and 9-year-old Kuina. Zoro has a bit of a personality problem and often has trouble making friends (because the child doesn’t see a need to) so when little bright-eyed and endlessly joyful Luffy pops into their life, Kushirou jumps at the chance to have him over as much as possible, because the two small children seem to bring out the best in each other, and are best friends attached at the hip) Sabo and Ace are eternally grateful to the kind man)

A few years go by, and Luffy is 8. Ace is still working at the fire station and is now legally allowed to join them on calls and emergencies. (Fire used to make Ace nervous, because he almost lost everything to it. Now he has a personal agenda with it, to make sure it doesn’t take anything from anyone else)

Sabo has moved up the ranks now, and when he turns 18, confronts Ace with a rare job opportunity he was offered.

“It’s a year-long internship for this really cool company that reports and delivers high-class diplomatic information around,” Sabo starts, rubbing the back of his head like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “I’d be working as like, a cool undercover spy with diplomatic immunity and a messenger bag. It’s not dangerous at all, and pays almost triple my paycheck now, which would really help us out. But it’s overseas, and I’d be gone for a whole year. You’d be raising Luffy all by yourself, birthdays and holidays and skinned knees, with just the two of you, so say the word, and I’ll totally turn this job down on the spot.”

And it’s scary to Ace. Because he hasn’t been alone since he was 6 years old, and he can’t possibly remember a time when Sabo hadn’t been by his side. His best friend and brother. It was always the two of them. Two little runaways that found a home, lost that home, and then built a new home all on their own despite it all. And neither of them had ever been away from Luffy for longer than a weekend, so Ace was sure it would kill Sabo to be away from them for so long.

But he also knew that Sabo was only playing this off like it wasn’t a big deal, when in fact it was the job opportunity of a lifetime for someone like Sabo, a kid who breathed adventure and freedom with every breath. And that when he talked about it, his eyes sparkled with a joy that Ace would hate himself forever for taking it away.

Sabo was giving Ace the choice, and Ace knew that Sabo would go along with whatever Ace decided without a second thought or complaint. But Ace knew that Sabo would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't go, so he slugged Sabo in the arm, gave him his best shit-eating, confident grin, (the kind he used to give him right before they were about to steal some food as kids, or about to get into a fight when they were teens) and said, “You let me have a motorcycle. The least I can do is let you go road tripping abroad.”

Because Ace and Luffy would be fine. They’d miss Sabo like crazy, and Ace was pretty sure Sabo was like, 90% of his impulse control, but they’d survive. Sabo had the burn marks to prove how far he was willing to go for their family, and Ace had never thanked him for that. Ace was never gonna live that down, and was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to both Sabo AND Luffy, and prove just how good of an older brother he could be. This was the least he could do for them.

#my work #one piece #monkey d. luffy #Portgas D. Ace #sabo #asl brothers #age gap au #oh ho look at me #my fics all start after this moment when sabo is overseas #so this is just context for that.#enjoy please and sorry in advance #i've thought too much about this au #it lives rent free in my head always

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sicksucculentz · 3 years

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More Zane head cannons:

As you can tell Zane is my favorite

- H has weird ass dreams. When they are not visions they are all out nonsocial. Sometimes it wakes him up with a start other times he wakes up, sits up, and just stares into nothing for a while trying to process it

- He hates rapidly flashing lights they make him confused and mess with his vision

- He can remove his own arms. It takes some strength to pull his arms off but he implanted that feature in case he’s trapped somewhere.

- He shuts down when in high emotional distress. He’s just like you and I, he hates being so sad. He can be pulled out of it pretty easily, his team and Wu nock knuckles on his head like they are softly knocking on a door and he powers back up

- He’s weirdly not very popular with the public. He still has a fan following but its not nearly as big as say Kai or Lloyd.

- He resembles the motions of a bird when he looks around, his head flicks and swivels sharply

- He prefers to sleep on his side with his back to the wall. He keeps his door unlocked just in case his brothers need to get him up. Pixal always sneaks in and snuggles in with him

- When Morro has possesed Zane to use his body in the absence of Lloyd he found it very difficult to even figure out how to walk. He’s used to muscles, bones, brains but Zane doesn't have that. He did a whole bunch of accidental things like turn the human cloak on and off at random, open the chest compartment just above the panel door, change the voice, etc. He got the hang of it after 30 minutes of fucking around

- He once got up on a roof, slipped and ripped the ass of his Gi. Even Wu was trying to contain his laughter.

- He’s completely and horrificaly malfunctioned one time and ate a whole keyboard. No one even tried to stop him, they just watched I'm amazement

- He likes water. He likes to float around and relax. He also really likes making tiny boats out of leaves and sticks and floating those around

- The team actually consider him to be of a feminine nature. He’s still a male and still wears male clothes, and interested in females he’s just more in touch with his feminine side. Nothing wrong with it

- He is scared of spiders...seriously he’s scared of spiders. He’s such a huge baby about it to, he wont kill it because he will feel bad about it but he wont trap it and let it go outside. He gives Pixal the baby eyes to make her do it

- he has been startled by farts and burps so many times and its STILL funny every time. Just the way he looks in the direction it came from trying to figure out what the hell that noise was. you know that look a deer gives you when you make a noise? that's what he does. Kai made a compilation of Zane getting scared by farts and put it on social media. That blew up with likes

- He goes into manic fits where he info dumps for 4 hours tops. Most of the gernal public does not know about this. Its a phenomenon that happens with a combination of boredom and internet rabbit holes. Happens with books to. He’s getting real creative in the ways he traps his team mates into listening to him for hours.

- Morro acted like an ass once so they punished him by sicking a manic info filled Zane on him. It was funny even for Zane

- When Nya became a part of the sea and the team returned to the monastery he stuck around for the funeral then shut down for 3 days. This broke Pixal’s heart. He finally powered back on when Pixal screamed in his face to wake up and beat on his chest during a mental break down.

- He had ears before his death. His current body does not have ears, just little pin head sized holes on the sides of his head like a bird

- he can eat and drink witch also means he goes potty! I wont go into detail...because i don’t want to

- He tries to do a full system flush before missions or fights. Why? Because its easy to hear what he’s drank sloshing around sounding like a canteen. It takes like 13 minutes to fully flush

- There's actually a huge base of people all over the city that are convinced that Zane is hiding something. Like he’s actually all evil and tricking the other ninja into thinking he’s an angel. The mistrust comes from the fact he is a robot and that robots are not to be trusted because the only thing they want to do is make their creators suffer. We all know well in that its not true, these people are just bored

#ninjago zane #ninjago headcanons #zane julien

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pepinotpepe · 4 years

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"Wildflower"

Chapter 3: Polypodiopsida

Sincerity

It’s been almost one month since your meeting with Corpse and even though you wanted to see him again you didn’t want to suggest another meet up, afraid he would feel pressured. You wanted him to propose it himself and you were patiently waiting for that day to come.

You were afraid he would cut you off right after the rendezvous however he didn’t so you assumed it wasn’t that traumatic to him. He even kept texting with you and now you did it almost all the time. Corpse replied to your messages at every possible hour the day possesed. It didn’t matter whether you were studying for the test till 4 am or cooking dinner at 4 pm, he always responded immediately. Despite the fact that you were axcatic with him being so active, you couldn’t help but worry about his sleeping patterns. How come he was always awake? That scared you a tiny bit…

You noticed he became more open to you, often joking around especially about his mental health. You assumed he felt a lot more comfortable seeing you did not freak out every single time he mentioned some little thing because it started from those.

“fvcking grateful my car is finally fixed. i hate the underground”

That was the very first thing he admitted and you caught the allusion. You automatically went back to the day of your first encounter and remembered just how much he was petrified. You could try to imagine how much he hated the public transport and crowded areas consequently you were also glad his car was back to normal.

“my own damn microwave just scared the hell outta me”

That was the second time and you felt like that was the breaking point. Afterward he was more straightforward, more trustful and shared his honest thoughts with you. Corpse started treating you like an actual friend. You felt like on cloud 9, you were completely aware that you started falling for him. More like you actually fell for Corpse and you knew there was no turning back. Not like you wanted it, obviously.

You always tried to be there for him, to give him some encouragement, to assure him that he’s not alone, that he had you and you thought you succeeded at that task. That was your routine, you talked day and night both enjoying your developing relationship.

Till the day he asked if he could call you.

That was your turn to freak out. You were sure it was not easy for him, he had built so much strength and confidence in him that you were just proud. You wanted to cry, seeing his message and you certainly did except he didn’t get to know about that.

It was a peaceful evening when you talked over a phone. You finally were able to hear his smoky and throaty, beautiful voice. And you heard him laugh for the first time. You could’ve swore that was the best thing that ever happened to you. You were certain that you'd dream about that moment and it’d be such a lovely dream.

“I went grocery shopping today. And it was not in the middle of the night like usual.” He laughed and you wished you could’ve been able to see his smile. You giggled with him, enjoying the conversations to the very limit. You were simply proud, he seemed to have a wonderful day and even better mood.

“Nothing can stop you now, Corpsie.” You replied and there was even more noise coming from the other side. He was actually having fun with you, you still couldn’t believe your luck. His laugh sounded so heavenly, you could listen to it all day and never get bored.

“Fvck you.” He chimed and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was blushing. But that was impossible, right? No way he would be this embarrassed just because of your nice words…

“You’re such a lovely person. You know that, right?” You inquired smiling from ear to ear. You wanted to make sure that his day got better and better with every passing second. You wanted him to feel good about himself, that was your goal.

“I’m hanging up.” Stated his deep voice and then you heard nothing. But it didn’t matter, you knew better.

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Chapter 4

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse imagines #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #wildflower #pepi writes #onlyhands #onlystrands

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ushiwakaout · 3 years

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Omg i read the series of the things you thinks the hq boys will say and is so cuteee may i request it with Hinata??(im not sure if you already write it tho)

HINATA 😭 MY BABY! MY SUNSHINE [thank you btw, very sweet of you, i’m glad you like the series]

mmm mmm mmm, timeskip Shoyo got me feeling all hot and heavy 😩

warnings: Timeskip haikyuu

“Hey honey... Yeah it’s time to get up.” (6:00 am)

“We have early practice today, do you wanna watch?”

“You can just lay on the sand if you want, maybe take a small nap under the nap?”

you: “Five more minutes Sho.”

*will come back in five minutes exactly and dive into your bed*

“Five minutes are up sunshine... get up!”

*he really do be slaming his toned body on yours and starts laughing*

“Come on, get up before I throw you over my shoulder.”

“It’s a little chilly so bring a jacket too.”

“I mean I can just bring mine, and you know i always end up take if off before practice.”

“Hurry up in the shower too.”

“Ready?”

“You look so cute.”

“Come on, lets go- Hold my hand.” (6:30 am)

*holding hands to the beach because you’re his only piece of home*

*okay but Oikawa really did end up contacting you because he could tell how homesick Hinata was getting and you surprised him by moving in his him*

*he definetly cried because he missed you and home*

“Here, *wraps his sweater around you shoulders* so you don’t get chilly” (7:00 am)

“Oika-san!!!”

*watching him play volleyball is such an experience because no matter what it is, practice, scrimage match or a real game, he always plays at 110%*

“Did you bring my sun *hands him his sun glasses* you are A SAVIOUR!”

*cups your face to give you a kissing frenzy.... which just means he kisses your face eveywhere*

“You wanna go wander around and get some breakfast? Just so you don’t get bored, yeah?”

“You know i’ll be fine, you’re here with me in spirit and that’s enough for me!” (7:30)

*you might have gone overboard and gotten everyone food*

teammate: “Você é um homem de sorte, shoyo! (you’re a lucky man)”

*shoyo smiles as youre handing out his team food and how oikawa pampers you for bringing them food*

“I am, aren’t I?” (8:00 am)

“Y/n come here!!!~”

*Will jump on you so you better catch him so he can hug you*

“You wanna stay at the beach? Have a beach day? We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“I’m gonna run home and freshen up, you okay staying here while they clean up?”

*shoyo leaves you alone for no more than 10 minutes because your place is someone close to the beach but he came back with his bike and someone was trying to hard to flirt with you*

*Oikawa eyes shoyo when he comes back and they are looking at each other as if they have a plan*

*Oikawa is running in front of the guy and nods at hinata*

*Sho 100% will spike the guys head*

“Oh shoot! Sorry, you where in the way...” (8:20 am)

*casually sits down where he was standing and kisses your temple*

“Is there something I can help you with?”

*believe it or not shoyo is very possesive, especially in brazil*

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Did you wait for me? *sniffle* You’re too good for me.”

*has a tendancy to sway side to side and bumb into your shoulder*

“I think i’m gonna take a nap, wake me up so I can switch sides.”

*stand up and strips off his shirt with one hand and your just like- blushing*

“Oh no, did you burn your face? You’re really red, put on some sunblock”

*he finally learned the diference between sunblock and sunscreen while in brazil*

“Oh? You’re blushin because of me?”

*hes so dumb so he gab s your hand so you can run it down his chest and toned stomatch*

“It’s just skin, what’s so- YOU’RE NOSE IS BLEEDING! I’M SORRY I JUST WANTED TO HELP!” (9:00 am)

*mother fucker doesnt realize how sexy hes gotten since highscool like STOP IT*

“Mmm *waking him up from his nap* Has it been an hour yet? Do you mind putting some sunblock on my back.” (10:00 am)

“Thank you baby, give me a kith.”

*yes he says kith, not kiss.... hes baby*

*will quickly fall asleep because while you put on sunlock on his back, you give him a good rub and hes just drools while falling asleep*

“Has it been an hour yet?” (11:10 am)

*startles you bc you didn’t realize he was awake*

“hehe, sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re so cute, gimme a kith.”

“You’re gonna go for a swim? I’ll catch up in a second.”

*100% oggles at you when youre zipping of his jacket before heading to the water*

*hes slapping his face bc he feels like a perv*

“HOW’D I GET SO LUCKY!!!”

*yes he did legit just scream it- people are looking at him weird- yes you do start bushing*

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!!!”

*hugs you to the point where you tumble and fall on your ass with him ontop of you*

*shoyo is really emberassing but i don’t think you’d have it any other way*

“Come on, lets get out of the water and get food. All this swiming has made me hungry.” (12:40 pm)

“What do you wanna eat?”

“I’m in the mood for tacos... fish tacos sound good... I want fish tacos.”

“Do you not want fish tacos? We can make another stop, don’t worry!”

*you hold his bicep because hes rolling his bike beside him*

*does that little flex, to try and impress you but-*

“Ow! Ow! Arm cramp!”

you: “I told you don’t need to flex anymore”

*lets out a little Hmph noise and his cheeks are full of air*

“I just wanna impress you baby.”

*HE 100% MAKES YOU RECREATE THAT ONE SCENE FROM CLOUDY W A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS AND U HAVE TO KISS HIM WHEN HIS CHEEKS ARE FULL OF AIR*

“No I don’t want your kisses...”

“Because you’re making fun of me.”

“I want you to apologize.”

“W-with a kiss....” *hes making that little uwu face iudfidfviebfvkjfhedi*

“No you don’t get a kiss back. Hurry up I want my tacos!”

*you make him order since he knows more portuguese*

“ give me a kith or you don’t get your food” (2:00 pm)

*you obviously give him a kiss and hes all happy now*

“Do you wanna eat this at home?”

“You carry this then, I gotta push my bike”

“Ah the apartment is so nice and cold!”

“I’m gonna shower first... Join me?” (2:30 pm)

*you cant tell me this man wouldn’t pick you up in the shower and fuck you so so so so good. hes so sweet with you too because he’s always been naturally thick so he stetches you out a lot especially without prep- and shower sex with Shoyo does NOT come with prep but he does fuck you nice and slow*

*the shower was a big waste of time because he turns off the water and walks you to the bed while he’s still in you and fuck you at the edge of the bed because he loves spreading your legs for him and watching you cum while hes thursting deep*

“Still hungry?” (4:00 pm)

*he really is laughing at how you only nod because wtf... he really does leave you breathless*

*makes you rinse youself off while he re-heats the food*

*you’re legs a wobbling by the time you’re making it to the kitchen and hes just watching you struggle as you sit down*

“Is that my shirt?’

“No, no! D- don’t take it off... It looks good on you.” (4:30 pm)

“That was really yummy, did you enjoy it?” (5:30 pm)

“Wanna watch a movie?”

*makes you watch frozen and frozen 2 because they are his favorites*

“did you hear the theory about Elsa is actually dead in the second one?”

“You want some popcorn?”

“Candy?”

“We don’t have any? I’ll go down the street real fast... Just pause it.”

*really does start dashin home from the store bc he thinks youll start it without him*

“Why am I out of breath? No reason...” (7:40 pm)

“Here, I got you a drink too.”

“Look see! There she looks like she’s transparent.”

“Oh and there! She send the letters through the wind because she can’t physically do it.”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” (9:00 pm)

“HEY! YOU’RE CRYING TO”

*will start to restle you... does it become something more because you grinded on him.... yes it did*

*He’s caressing your head as youre laying on his chest, kissing the crow of your head before whispering sweet nothings into your ear.*

“Goodnight baby...” (10:40 pm)

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niawritess · 3 years

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 4

{28 November}

8:12 am

"Potato!"

Daniel shouted as soon as he opened the door of your room and saw your sleeping figure, you were lying on your stomach with one arm above your head while other was hanging down by the edge of the bed.

"Potato wake up!" Daniel shook you and you raised your head a little.

"What? Where am i?" You mumbled and dropped your head again before rolling on your side and covered your face with blanket.

"Get up! Make me breakfast!" He pulled down the blanket from your face and you groaned as light from the window hit your face.

"Why did you wake up so early? It's sunday, let me sleep." You mumbled pulling your blanket to your face.

"No! I'm hungry! Make me breakfast then you can sleep the whole day." He made you sit on the bed while your eyes still close and your hair all over your face.

"Woah! Did conjuring ghost possesed you or what?" He snickered looking at you and you shot him a glare as soon as you opened your eyes.

"Yeah, because he wants me to kill you." You snapped, flipping your hair up before you grabbed a pillow and threw it in his direction but he caught it.

You huffed and got out of the bed before pushing him out of your room and you followed him behind while shooting him daggers with your eyes for ruining your peacful sleep.

You threw yourself on your bed after making the breakfast before closing your eyes to sleep but your phone buzzed.

"Who is it again?" You groaned rolling on your side before reaching out as you took your phone from side table and checked the caller ID.

"Oh, it's my bestie." You put the phone close to your ear as you answered. "Hello?"

"Yah! Are you awake?" She yelled and you flinched, pulling away the phone from your ear but then put it back again.

"Why are yelling in the morning?" You grunted.

"I called to remind you that i'll pick you up at 10 am sharp." She stated and you could hear her walking back and forth.

You frowned. "Why? Where are we going?"

She let out a exhasperated sigh. "Don't tell me Y/n you forgot! Today is basketball game."

You sat up as you recalled. "Oh, yeah yeah but why are you in a hurry? we still have like," You trailed off to look at the clock. "2 hours."

"Yeah, but i can't choose any outfit, i'm confused!" She whined and you shook your head. "We're not going to a party, we're going to watch basketball game."

"You're so not fun y/n! Anyway i think i chose my outfit, so i'm gonna take a shower and you get out of the bed already!" She ordered and you smiled at your bestie who knows you so well even without seeing you.

"Okay!" You replied and she hang up.

It was 9:40 when were done with your dressing and walked towards the dressing table.

You looked at yourself in the mirror after you got ready, wearing jeans paired up with white shirt and denim jacket over it while your hair in a high ponytail making you smile in satisfication as you took your phone and went downstairs.

"Ooh, look who is ready." You heard Ria's voice from living room as soon as you came down. "When did you arrived?"

"Just now." She answered and you looked at her outfit resembling yours, she was wearing a black shirt and jeans with denim jacket over it.

You chuckled. "Really?"

"Twinning." She giggled.

"What are you two supposed to be?" Daniel asked giving you both weird look.

"Besties." Ria wrapped her arm around your neck and you nodded smiling proudly while daniel shudder in cringe.

"Where are you two going?" He asked.

"We're going college, today is basketball game and our seniors are gonna ace it again." She cheered.

"Oh is Baekhyun hyung going to play?" He asked and you both nodded.

"Can i go too?" He stood up looking at you both pleading eyes.

"Uh-uh." Ria shook her head. "We don't have enough tickets."

"Then let me come with you and potato doesn't even watch games, it'll be waste of money." He said and you smacked his arm.

"Yah! It's Noona for you!" You glared at him. "Are you really my brother? Why do you like him so much?"

"He's cool." He grinned and you rolled your eyes while Ria groaned. "Don't start your bickering now! We're gonna get late."

"Sorry Dan but not this time." Ria patted his arm and he plopped on the couch sulking.

"Let's go." She looked at you and you nodded before glancing at daniel.

"Stop sulking, i'll buy your favorite walnut brownie." You said and his corner of lips turned up making you chuckle. "Look after the home and don't open the door unless it's me, okay?"

He nodded before you and Ria went out as she giggled."You brother and sister are really made for eachother."

You laughed and looked ahead. "Hm? Scooty?"

"Yep, now get on." She handed you helmet and wore hers before you both drove off.

***

You both reached your college where some girls were running towards the court as the game was going to start and Ria didn't wanted to lose the entry of the Seniors.

"Come on! We'll be late!" Ria jogged towards the basketball court and you followed behind.

As you both reached, going inside you sat on the third row of bleachers and looked around to see the whole area filled with almost girls as usual since everyone was waiting for this game.

"Here." You handed a juice bottle to ria and she took it with a frown.

"When did you bought this?" She asked, as she opened the bottle cap.

"When you were doing your business." You replied, taking a sip from your juice.

"Hang on, you left me when i was inside?" She questioned in a chidding tone and you nodded. "But I came back before you were out."

"Fine, i'll let you off this time." She crossed her arms to her chest.

"Oh thank you so much, I was so scared." You pretended to shudder and she rolled her eyes.

Then all of a sudden, crowd started cheering loudly and then you followed their gaze to see the Boys entering one by one in their jerseys.

You spotted Baekhyun, his jersey number was 04, his hair were down and a band on his wrist. Then you saw Rowoon in jersey number 13, you couldn't recognize your other Seniors since you've never seen them but just heard their name and that was thanks to your bestie.

"Y/n, that's Chanyeol Sunbae and the captain of the team." Ria whispered in your ear pointing at the guy in jersey number 61 and you nodded.

The boys were discussing and then they all stood in their position before Chanyeol and other guy from the other team stood across eachother before the refree blew his whistle and threw the ball up in the air.

The game started and it was getting tempted since both teams were playing so well that others couldn't even predict that who's going to win.

Your eyes followed Baekhyun, he was so concentrated in the game and you couldn't help but notice his serious expressions that you've never seen before because he's always smiling whenever you both talk.

As of now, the other team was leading by one point and the refree blew his whistle again where they halted on their positon before going to their seats as they got ten-minute break.

"Boys! Let's focus more!" Chanyeol spoke as they all sat on their seats and others nodded

Rowoon was drinking his water while roaming his eyes around the court, spotted a familiar face. "Y/n is here too?"

Baekhyun who was talking to chanyeol, turned his head towards Rowoon as he heard your name and following his gaze he spotted in the sitting area with your friend.

His brows knitted in confusion as how you are here and how Rowoon knows you before frowning as he looked at him. "You know her?"

He nodded. "Yes, we have a class together."

"Class together? She studies in this college?" Baekhyun asked in a surprise tone.

"Yes, but Sunbae, do you know her?" Rowoon asked and looked at Baekhyun who was lost in his thoughts and decided not to say anything.

"Baekhyun?" Chanyeol called him and shook him and he snapped out.

"Come on, let's break it!" He smirked and Baekhyun nodded before they did a high fived.

"What's gonna happen now?" You asked ria as the team was tied now.

"Don't worry, they're gonna break it." Ria replied smiling smugly.

The game got more interesting and everything was happening in a swift. As of now chanyeol's team was leading by 4 points and it seemed that the game was about to end.

Jongin who had ball in his hand and the other team's guy was blocking him from getting away but Jongin had another thing in his mind as he smirked and made a move tricking the guy where he quickly passed the ball to Sehun.

Taking the ball, Sehun made his way to the basket as he looked at his members where they exchanged looks before he passed the ball to Baekhyun and he passed it to chanyeol who was close to the basket. Getting the ball, chanyeol jumped and threw it in basket and it went in.

"We won!" Everyone one shouted as they jogged towards eachother and did a group hug before the crowd cheered loudly while clapping and so did you.

Your phone buzzed, pulling it out to see the caller ID, it was Daniel. Since it was loud inside, you went out and signaled Ria to go with you as she followed.

"Boys me too!"

The boys pulled away to see their coach running towards them and they did a group hug again.

"Let's go BBQ!" Chanyeol yelled.

"Junmyeon hyung's treat!" Jongdae shouted.

Why it's me again?" Junmyeon who confusingly pulled away.

"Because you're rich." Baekhyun said making everyone laugh.

"It's okay Junmyeon-ah, we'll split the bill." His coach wounded his arm around his shoulder while they were going to their locker room laughing.

Baekhyun looked back at the bleachers as everyone was leaving but he couldn't find you so he just went out.

"What was Dan saying?" Ria asked as you both walked to her scooty.

"Potato don't forget my brownie." You mimicked him and she laughed while siting on the scooty.

He's still on that?" She gave you the helmet before wearing hers.

"That's how he is." You wore the helmet and sat behind her and you both drove off to bakery shop.

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8:29 pm

"Cheers!"

The boys with their coach were gathered at the restaurant, celebrating their victory. They went straight to their home and rested including Baekhyun since he didn't had to go to the cafe today.

They sat down on their chairs while eating as Kyungsoo was the incharge of cooking as usual which his coach and some of his juniors helping him.

"It was an intense game!" Chanyeol spoke as he took a sip of his drink and Jongin nodded. "Right! It was more intense than last year."

"But how the game was going, i thought we would win by 2 or 3 points but we won by 6 points." Sehun joined in.

"But either way, we won!" Jongdae cheered loudly and took a bite of his chicken stick.

Baekhyun who took a sip of his soda as he doesn't drink and upon hearing about basketball game, you popped up in his mind, where he saw you today. He was wondering, how come he never saw you and why you never told him.

"Baekhyun-ah!" Junmyeon called him but he didn't listened and he called him again making him Baekhyun snapp out.

"What are you thinking about?" Junmyeon asked him but before Baekhyun could say anything Jongdae snickered. "His love life."

"What? Is it true?" His coach teased him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about?!" Baekhyun whined and took a bite from his chicken stick while others laughed.

"Why? You even visited your home suddenly, isn't because of her?" Chanyeol looked at him with raised eyebrows and Baekhyun just stared at him as he couldn't utter a word since he did go there after listening to your words.

"See!" Chanyeol smiled mischeviously at his friend and Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at him.

"Still, there's nothing like what you're all thinking." Baekhyun stated, taking a sip again.

"So there is a girl!" Sehun exclaimed.

"Woah!" Everyone cheered and baekhyun just facepalmed.

"Stop it!" He yelled and everyone stopped, then looked at him before bursting out in laughter again and Baekhyun just shook his head as he knows his friends won't leave him alone that easily.

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omiscurls · 4 years

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night sky - atsumu miya x reader

the volleyball player you're gonna be falling for today: miya atsumu

word count: 3900

summary quote: "See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent."

and lets go!

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"You were very endearing while you were half asleep, you know that?" he laughed, touching your nose with the tip of his cold finger. Your body shook, freezing a bit when the train door opened, and the icey night air flooded the inside. The girls' school uniform, mostly the skirt, surely wasn't designed for such weather conditions as the november nights provided.

"What time is it?" you just asked, still sleepy from the nap you took on his shoulder.

"Six thirty" he laughed quietly, putting you head back where it was previously resting. You didn't mind at all, after all, he was comfortable. "We're getting off in eight minutes, so try not to sleep" You nodded slightly, watching the city landscape change in a matter of seconds just outside the dirty window in front of you. The raindrops were creating lively patterns on the glass, changing every now and then due to the blowing wind. Kobee's lights were already on, because, as it was november, six thirty was already a mid-night hour. You looked around the smelly train, noticing only few people left, as the route was already coming towards it's last stop. You noticed two people you knew from school, going home as well, altough it seemed they were not riding together, as they both listened to music with headphones in.

You growled, pouting, when it was finally time to leave the warm train and walk four blocks home. At least you got your boyfriend with you, because walking alone in such darkness would definitely scare you, though you would never say that to his face, no, that would boost his ego too much. You smiled unconsciously as he took your hand into his, as if he was worried you'll get lost.

You followed him out of the train and into the station. You lowkey enjoyed the blue light of the the screens, showing which train will arrive next, the people rushing in every possible direction, as Kobee was a huge city, some of them waiting with their suitcases, coffee mugs in their hands, and some just going home with their backpacks, talking on the phone or listening to music. The shops on the main station were already closing down, but you two managed to get to McDonald's and order large fries, which Miya payed for, then insisting for you to eat them, because "he's suddenly not hungry anymore".

It stopped raining, when you finally got out of the train station, and walked into the cold night. He took your hand once more when you finished the fries.

"Ew, yer fingers are all greasy. Omi-kun would've freaked." he joked, glancing at you. You turned red, snapping away from his grip.

"Don't hold them, then, dumbass" you adjusted the scarf on your neck so it covered your cheeks. Like a stubborn kid, he got the hand out of your pocket and intertwined your fingers once more.

"Nah, you're gonna get cold if I don't, and we can't have that, can we, Angel Eyes?" you blushed once more at the nickname, facing away from him, so he doesn't get to satisfied with the impression he caused. All of the sudden he appeared in front of you, smiling widely.

"What's that, Angel Eyes, does the new nickname fluster ya in some kind of way?" You looked at him with pure irritation in your eyes, as he pulled you into a slight hug. "Hey, yer shoulders are shaking, are you cold?" suddenly he didn't sound like a douchebag, but concern took the place of confidence. You stayed silent, really hating to agree, but before you could disagree, he took of his jacket and put it on your shoulders. "Wait" he added, realizing one mistake, he made and took the jacket back for a second, grabbing your schoolbag and piled the strap on the one of his bag, resting it on his arm.

"That's heavy, give it back" you said, trying to reach for his shoulder, as he was way taller.

"Hell no, what sorta boyfriend would that make me?" he grinned, catching your wrist as you were halfway through to reaching your bag, already standing on your toes. "Aaand another point for Miya for blocking that!" he yelled, immitating the TV sport's commentator.

"You're not a blocker, though" you giggled, getting back to a comfortable, standing position.

"Aww, my Angel Eyes remembers what possition I play in? Well don't you deserve the best girlfriend award"

"Only because you never shut up about being the prettiest setter in Japan. And even that opinion is biased" he gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his forehead, as if he were about to faint.

"Well excuse me, I have to win a bet with an old friend of mine from a little village next to Tokyo. AND YOU COULD SUPPORT ME IN DOING SO, YOU KNOW" he pouted way too loud. You just rolled your eyes.

"And hey, I know you always watch me from the first row, I have eyes."

"I watch Osamu"

"Now THAT hurted" he looked at you with theatrical heartbreak in his sight. "You know what, you're walking alone for that" he added, leaving you there, next to the station, disappearing into the night. You laughed, at first, knowing that he still has your bag and has to come back, but then you shivered, feeling the cold wind against your bare skin, and remembered that he wanted to give you his jacket. You knew he was probably around the corner, waiting to scare you as you were walking around in search for him, so you decided to look.

But the longer you kept going back and forth around the fifteen metre distance he could possibly walk, there was no sight of him anywhere.

"Cool, Miya, now would you please get out? Or else I'm walking home!" you shouted, hoping that would get him to come out of his hiding spot, but you received no response. You held your arms against your chest to keep warm.

You heard footsteps behind you, and turned around, relieved, actually, that he'd came back.

"Finally, you dumba-" you didn't finish your sentence, noticing the person behind you wasn't Atsumu.

"What're you doing out here, freezing alone?" you heard the boy in front of you ask, but you were too distracted by his sudden appearance to respond.

You knew that boy, you knew him damn well, he was one of your closest friends, growing up, but then moved, because his father worked for the army and have to reposition every few years.

"Sato-kun? What're you doing here?" you asked in shock, looking at the boy you had seen for the last time around 4 years before, now standing in front of you, all grown up, so much, in fact, that you barely recognized him.

"Hello to you too, honey" he smiled, hugging you. You felt slightly uncomfortable, not liking to be touched by strangers, but then you remembered he wasn't a stranger. He was a guy that knew you to the bone since diapers.

But also the guy who then promised to keep in touch and disappeared from your life completely.

"Now would you mind explaining what're you doing here alone?"

"Oh, uhm, I am actually not-" you tried to explain, tilting your head around, searching for that idiot, Atsumu, but again, he was nowhere to be found.

"You do seem alone, though. Who would leave you here?" he said with a polite smile, but even so started to get on your nerves. You were not some pretty doll to be LEFT somewhere, what if you were just waiting for someone to show up?

"Well, it's a long story" you replied, but he insisted on keeping the conversation going.

"Mind telling me over a walk home? I do know where you live, obviously." You were still in too much shock to turn him down, mixed feelings flowing in and out of your head.

"Sato-kun, I am really interested in knowing your side of how the last 4 years have passed, but I am really with somebody right now" you answered, but noticed something else got his attention, like he was looking just above your shoulder.

You suddenly felt arms tie around your neck in an embrace, and felt someone bending over to match your level. The cologne you smelled was so iconic you'd recognize it from a mile away.

That idiot finally came back.

"Hi there, buddy!" he smiled politely, resting his chin on your shoulder. Considering the height difference, that must've been really uncomfortable, but what wouldn't Atsumu Miya do for a good first impression.

"Hi!" Sato responded, also smiling, but now less vividly than he did a while ago. "Who're you to lean over her like that?" he added, and the sound of possesiveness in his voice freaked you out. He wasn't in a position to say that, he left you here for four whole years.

"Oh I?" you boyfriend broke the embrace in order to straighten up and walk over to your childhood friend. It was safe to say he was at least fifteen centimetres taller. "Miya Atsumu" he said with such fake sweetness in his voice, that you couldn't help but smile a bit. "And do you mind explaining who you're to tell me I can't hug my girlfriend?" he scratched the back of his head, smiling from ear to ear, looking absolutely adorable, except from the fact that you and Sato were both scared to death. The taller boy reached out to Sato, wanting to shake his hand.

"Miya? Are you the spiker or the setter?" he asked, gripping Miya's hand. "See my brother plays volleyball and I think they've played against you on-"

Atsumu didn't let him finish. First he turned his head back to look at you with a pitiful expression in his eyes, then back to the boy.

"Did he now? I think I would've remembered seeing a face just as annoying as yours on the other side of the net" he laughed, patting his shoulder in a true "big brother" style. "I appreciate the recognition, I really do, but I have many people knowing my name on a daily basis, you know. Let's talk about you, instead!"

You were slightly freaked out by Atsumu's sudden sarcasm and bitterness, as you weren't used to seeing him... jelous? Is that how you'd describe it? He was a very confident person so he never got insecure about your relationship. He knew how crazy about him you really were, even if you tried to hide it as much as you could. You also knew about his affection to irritating people, but it was all jokes and nothing serious most of the time, and even if it was, he always managed to be lowkey and funny about it, but now it seemed as if he was dense and really pissed.

Did he have a bad day? Did you fail to ask him? Countless quesitons ran through your head, but you couldn't seem to recall anything like that. After all, what brought you two together was the fact that you always seemed to know what was happening in his head, even when he tried to hide it as much as possible.

"Sato Yakeru" he said, deadly glaring at Atsumu. "But why do you want to know, Miya-kun?" the boy put his hands on his hips, trying to gain back his confidence. "Are you really that insecure about the fact I took three minutes of you girl's precious time?"

This was not the Sato you remembered. That one was a sweet, sure, confident, but still sweet boy who always walked you to your house when you finished your classes, helped you with chemistry and played with your little sister when she interrupted your study dates. He always listened to all your problems, been there through all the ups and the downs and stood up for you whenever you needed that.

But now you've realized, he was always like that. He was always such a chauvinist, wanting to be the prince charming, wanting to rescue you out of any opression there was, but then you didn't mind, you didn't even notice, because you were percisely the little scared girl he wanted. And now that that's changed, he was suddenly irritating. Miya glanced back at you, concerned when he noticed you weariness. He looked Sato up and down with hatred in his eyes. Now, that's a look you hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Now, now" he laughed with pity. "Don't get too full of yourself there, little one" he said reffering to the fact that he was significantly taller than the boy "It takes a lot more than just a pipsqueak like you to make me loose my composure"

He came back to you taking both your cold hands into his.

"Was that boy bothering you, Angel Eyes? Do you know him?" you looked him deep in the eyes only to find him trying to mask his obvious irritation by acting calmly. You hesitated before answering, not wanting to deteriorate his mood even more.

"That's actually my childhood friend, 'Tsumu. I was just suprised to find out he was back in town"

He nodded, facing away from you, as if he was trying to calm down for real before letting you look into him again.

"What, didn't she tell you about me? Aw, that sucks, man" Sato laughed under his breath.

"What was that, munchkin? Couldn't hear ya." he smirked, proud of the childish insult. Once, you hear Osamu say that Atsumu's mental age decreases for about five years when he plays. Well, it decreases for seven when he gets angry. "Alright, honey, take the jacket now, you're trembling" Miya added much calmer, putting the fabric on your shoulders and adjusting it a bit so it covers the front of your body as well. You loved how big it was on you, you could literally fit your arm twice in those long sleeves of his. "Anything in particular ya want to do, or should we just head home?

You raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was getting at. You already agreed to go to your place and just chill, since it was friday, why was he asking now? And then, looking at the mixed expression painted across his face, you realized, he tried to show the other boy how different than him he truly is. You couldn't help but laugh.

How childish.

"Let's go, I'm getting tired" you responded, standing up on your toes, trying to match his eye level, knowing how much he adored that.

"Aight, we'll be going then. Pleased to meet ya, Sato-kun. Hope I'll never get the opportunity to speak to your annoying little face again." When you two walked passed the boy, he patted his shoulder. You heard giggling behind you.

"Fine then, short stuff, if you want to go somewhere and catch up this weekend, call me!" Yakeru shouted, already going his own way.

You froze upon hearing the nickname you've been called by him so many times in the past, and suddenly tears formed in your eyes, coming along with the memories you forgot you had.

"She won't!" Miya yelled back, putting his arm around your shoulder. You instinctly rested your head against his body.

Silence fell upon you two, nobody wanted to start the conversation, and to be honest, you already moved on from that little, ridiculous fight, and were now dwelling in your own thoughts, remembering all the happy times with Sato, back when you were kids and life was simpler.

"Short stuff, really? Out of all nicknames?" Atsumu finally said, out of nowhere, faking laughter. "It's the lack of creativity for me"

You didn't respond, barely even hearing him speak.

"I mean, it was obvious the guy was all pure vanilla and no flavour, but still, pathethic." he went on "And the nerve of this dude! Would ya believe? Who is he now, your prince charming coming to the rescue? Since when?" Atsumu started to get really worked up over something he should pay exactly zero shits to, but you chose not to interrupt him, afraid your voice will break, which was highly likely, judging from the tears, still present in your eyes. "Hey, Angel Eyes, shouldn't ya be telling me to shut up by now?"

He suddenly stopped walking, lifting your cheek with his finger, and noticed the little wet mark going across your cheek. Now quiet and worried, he wiped of it off, turning you around to be facing him directly.

"What's up?" he just asked, not knowing how to react. You were always the one to calm him down, not the other way around.

"Nothing's up, can we keep walking? I feel bad about you freezing without your jacket, I'll make you tea"

"I'm counting on that, but first stop with the bullshit and tell me" never once had he even sworn around you, so you guessed that he was still angry, even though he was being kind of supportive.

"It's just that... Oh, it's stupid. Forget it." You started walking again, causing him to have to run up to you.

"It's not stupid, come on. Was that guy bad memories?" he frowned, walking backwards to keep eye contact with you. You didn't respond.

"Or was it me? Did I overreact? Are you mad?" damn, you really didn't think you could shake him this much just by not reacting to what he was saying. You had trouble remembering when was the last time he ask if it was him that made you upset.

"No, nothing like that." you finally decided he'll blow up if you kept on staying silent. "That pathethic nickname you're so stressed about, it just brought up the version of him I'd much rather remember, instead of this <I'm a nice guy> piece of crap I've witnessed today."

Shock came across his face, hearing you get upset like that. He stayed silent for a while, going back to walking by your side, and not in front of you.

"So, uhm... is that why I never heard of him?" he asked quietly, it was almost a whisper. You glanced at him and noticed he was looking away, probably hiding how much it must've costed him to skip his pride and ask that. You took his hand in a reassurring gesture, finding that his fingers were pressed hard against the inside of the hand, so hard his knuckles were probably white by now. It took you a bit to untangle that, but he finally let you hold his hand, still not looking.

"No. I was just trying to forget that guy." your level of voice matched his, giving the conversation an intimate vibe.

"Why?"

"Well, he was my best friend all my life, but then moved away and cut me off, even though he promised never to do that" you kept staring at the pavement, holding back the wave of emotions.

"Was he always such a prick?" you giggled, hearing the noticeable accent on the word "prick". Miya looked at you and smiled as well. "What, does the word <prick> amuse ya? What're ya, five?"

You kept laughing even louder.

"What? What did I say?" he broke into laughter watching your eyes light up, but a clueless expression still decorated his face.

"Remind me why do I love you again, you brat?" you mumbled between bursts of uncontrollable giggling.

Something suddenly held you back from walking. You turned back to see Atsumu, staying still, pure shock in his eyes, red colouring his cheeks. He kept glaring at you as if you just came back from the dead.

"What is it?" you asked, holding back the amusement, still smiling widely.

"You... do?"

For a short while you didn't understand what he was reffering to, but when you finally got it, it shocked you as well.

Did you really just...? Was it really the first time? You knew that for so long it felt as if you'd already said it a thousand times before.

"Oh god, sorry, sorry, forget I said anything" you apologized, remembering his fear of commitment. You broke the grasp and started walking fast, but heard a loud "no wait!" behind you.

Miya managed to catch up with you and put both his hands on your shoulders.

"Wait, just... do you really...?" what, couldn't he say it? Didn't he feel the same way? Why would he be with you for so long if he didn't? Were you just a playtoy? Really, you wouldn't be suprised, judging by the stereotypes going around about him, but you really hoped you guys were different than that.

"I'm sorry if that's a bother to you" you said, tears forming in the corners of your eyes again. You heard him laugh almost histerically.

"God no, it's not, Angel Eyes, how could you think that?" he lifted your chin to look you in the eyes, but you faced away. He shook his head in disbelief, pulling you into a tight hug. You suddenly felt at home, burying your face into his t-shirt, smelling the cologne you so liked.

You didn't want that moment to end. Whatever he had to say, you were now sure it wasn't positive and you didn't want to think of him any different than right then and there: as you precious little saltshaker of a boyfriend who was unbearable to be around for most of the time, but you still adored every single word that came out of his mouth and loved him alltogether so much it hurted your brain to process it.

He probably felt his shirt becoming wet, though, because he leaned over just a bit, to be able to whisper something in your ear. You clenched your fists, waiting for the inevitable.

"Well if that's the case... then that makes all my previous possesiveness out of place, doesn't it?"

You didn't say anything back, not really knowing how, but you were sure, that in an embrace as tight as that one he surely felt your heart jumping out of your chest even more every growing second.

"Hey, Angel Eyes" he then said, pulling away from the hug, and smiling upon seeing your hands still squeezing his shirt, from how much you didn't want to let go. "Relax, I just want to look into those eyes. Also, I don't want to whisper, that's sorta out of character for me, right? See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that just cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent. So I wanted to use my full voice to say — and it's not an easy thing to say, because, ya see, not only did I fall for you, but I am in fact, still falling! And that feeling creeps me out every single day. I guess that's why I was so afraid to tell you this. But I got it now."

He cleared his throat, looked you in the eyes, and put your hair behind your ear, which caused you to shake, due to his fingers being extremly cold.

"I love you to the point where no words are enough."

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cheshirerodgers · 4 years

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Tony Stark x Male!Reader (Oneshot)

Warnings: Mentions of smut, Daddy/Babyboy mentions (none of the mentions are taken seriously), And slightly jealous over-protective tony 🥳

Word Count (???)

Hey! This is my first time writing a fic but i figured i’d have a go at it! Theres not enough male!reader fics out there imo so i figured i’d try contributing!

Also please give me any tips on how to make my fics better! I have a lot of ideas come to me at random times so if i can learn how to actually write them better i can actually write here more often!

You joined the avengers 4 years ago when you were 18, You were a top assasian prior (Thanks to some forced training) and you went to the shield academy for a year before actually joining.

Since day one of arriving you were absolutely smitten with the playboy, Always staring a bit too much and awkwardly laughing too hard at how dramatic and sarcastic he could be.

You always tried to find any excuse to be around him, Visiting him and banner in the lab whenever possible just to chat with him for a minute and to watch him work.

He always found it adorable but thought you were too young, Till your 21st birthday when you got quite intoxicated and ended up in bed with a just as intoxicated tony.

Up till a few months ago neither of you talked about it, Which made sense since you both were kinda known for bottling your feelings.

Once you talked it out and realized tony had feelings for you, You decided to be bold for once and kiss his cheek...Which turned into tony grabbing your face and planting a long lingering kiss on your lips.

You were officially with tony after that night, And he wanted to make sure everyone knew it.

From the new bruises on your neck to the almost every night to the near-constant contact, Everyone knew who you now belonged to.

You found it sweet of course, Your boyfriend marking you and almost claiming you in a way...Alright, You thought it was kinda hot.

Part of you thinks its due to the fact that tony knows every insecuritiy you have, But he loves flaunting you whenever he can.

Especially when he gets jealous.

Steve was always your go-to when you wanted to make tony jealous, That way you know he’d mark you a bit more just to let it be known to the star spangled man that you have a boyfriend.

But he didn’t really mind since he’s straight, And even if he was into guys we all know who he’d actually go for...(insert favorite steve ship here)

After waking up and getting ready for the day, Y/N decided to go to the main living floor to grab breakfast with part of the team in hopes of tony being there rather than at some emergency meeting.

But to Y/N’s surprise, He was greeted by his entire team.

Of course this is super unusual, Since most of the team is usually doing something productive like training or inventing smart people stuff.

But when tony greeted him that morning he remembered why.

~~~

Yesterday tony had walked in on Y/N playfully flirting with steve and pietro, Not thinking anything of it he of course went up to the taller male and attempted to greet him but he seemed a bit angry.

Not quite angry enough to show it though as steve and pietro would’ve noticed, But just enough for you to notice his slight shift in mood.

“Is something wrong?” He instinctively asked in a hushed tone.

Tony simply shook his head and continued on like nothing was up, But Y/N smirked when he realized he did and what was to come.

That night it was clear when tony left a few very dark bruises on his neck and collar bones that his assumptions were correct.

~~~

“Good morning babyboy!” Tony instantly got up, Coming towards the young assasian ready for a hug and a kiss.

Of course Y/N gave in and kissed him back, But the nickname caused him to roll his eyes and blush while doing so.

“Morning tony.” He said with a smile on his face, Cheeks still brightly colored.

Sure he was used to tony’s constant PDA, But it was never in front of all of his teammates...At least, Not all at once.

After saying his hello’s and good morning’s to everyone, Y/N planned to say hi to steve and then to play games with clint & pietro.

But before he could even attempt to go over to rodgers, He quickly felt an arm around his waist pulling him away.

Once he looked up and realized it was tony, He laughed and smirked a bit.

“You got everyone here just to prove i’m yours? I mean, I think the marks on my neck say enough.” Y/N asks tony in a hushed manner, Trying not to let everyone hear.

“Unfortunately no, Though i’ll keep that in mind for next time...A huge mission is coming and we need the entire team prepared.”

“So...What exactly is the mission then?” The younger male asked while they made it over to the couch, Now with Y/N on tony’s lap.

“Well so you’re not bored by the star-spangled douche when he explains, Lets just wait till he decides its time to ramble.”

~~~

As the morning went on everyone decided to have a bit of time to relax and chat before going on this mission.

Clint and Pietro were playing some game while Thor and Peter waited their turn to play...Which never actually came thanks to Clint being a sore loser and him insisting on rematches till he wins. (He never got to win.)

Steve was chatting with Nat, Wanda, Bruce, And Bucky over at the table while Tony and Y/N sat chatting with Sam & Vision.

After about an hour everyone decided they wasted enough time, So steve got up front and center for all of us to hear the mission.

As Steve got up though, Y/N felt Tony pull him closer than he already was almost feeling like he was restraining him on his lap.

“Tony, Y’know Cap is straight right? And besides i’d never-“

He quickly cut you off with a kiss, Deepening it with his hand on your neck.

Of course you kissed him back, But you hesitated a bit since he’s never THIS possesive.

You broke away from the kiss and smiled before continuing your sentance from earlier.

“If you think for a second that i’d go for that star-spangled douche over you any day, You’ve got another thing coming, Stark.”

“Fair, But daddy has to protect his boy.” He says in a mocking tone.

“Well daddy.” You mocked back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“Besides, If you mark me up some more before the mission i think he’ll get the hint.” Y/N said with a wink.

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